Minds are Muddled

So they dug your graveAnd the masquerade

Aeolus Argyris

Will come calling outAt the mess you've made

Aeolus found he was almost bitter, but at the same time he was filled with understanding and it just made him confused. Confused was a good word for it as he thought about it more. He was confused as to why his brother left, leaving Thorne to lead the pack to its own demise. He found that his brother could have challenged Desdemona and even Thorne, maybe even banish them from the pack, but instead he had fled with his tail between his legs. He was angry that his brother had left, especially since his brother left without even telling him that he was leaving. The Argyris male had a few words for his brother if he could find the damned place he was hiding. A few choice words would be mixed into it, and some more profane than others.

He began to ponder why exactly his brother had left. Why had the male just left, he could have charged right in on the man and challenged him for everything he had, including his life. Aeolus knew that he was certainly strong enough, though the burly second had been strong himself. The man had been so focused on his thoughts, he had almost not noticed the tree that he was about to walk into. He halted, looking around the almost pitch black forest where the trees sang to him, it was probably birds though. He heard their whistling and he figured he had to be going crazy, he couldn't see any birds around. Surely they were hiding in the trees? He could and would find his brother, and demand answers, who knew; perhaps his brother wasn’t even alive.

Aeolus knew that it wasn’t true, his brother had been a strong man, and probably still was. Probably ran off to run to another pack, maybe found another lover to patch whatever he felt that made him leave. Though it would be his luck if she was already taken. He told himself with a chuckle. He would see it as irony if that indeed happened though. He could just see his brother challenging another male for a woman, it was just who Phineas was. Wherever he was, Aeolus would not stop at anything until he was found. He figured that Erebos and Thantos had headed out, to find him. Though they would probably forgive the man for abandoning them, they were softer than he was. If his reasons were good enough, Aeolus figured that he could possibly forgive his brother for abandoning him, Thantos, Erebos, and all of Asphodel Meadows. But that was unlikely in his mind.

She felt numb. There were no immediate thoughts during her retraction from Nomad's Pass, but the farther that she got the more she felt. It was the worst sort of irony being weighed down by this nothingness but Braite couldn't help it. There was nothing more damaging than her own disappointment.

Finally looking up from her impromptu trail, Braite was like a ghost. After all she had suppressed everything about herself to complete the interview. And for what, so that she could suffer through more of the same!? It just didn't make any sense. Not anymore. She had clearly made an error in promising so much to her brother. But... then she considered his unhappiness should she say these things out loud. Pausing as her minds eye manipulated his face into a deep frown, she was tempted to growl but stopped. Life had been so much simpler on the mountain...

Their mother's essence lived on within its dark towers, and however superstitious that seemed it was important. Never had they fractured under her watch. Moreover she encouraged the youths' unity by reinforcing their roles. To think now that she had been elected leader was a shame. Sure she was getting the job done, but already she was questioning her own means -and they were still without a place to live. Releasing a sigh as thick as her tangled woes, Braite panicked over how she could right herself and quickly. If they were going to spend any significant amount of time in the Lore, she would do it with a respectable reputation and nothing less. That was for damn sure!

However, her pity party was permanently interrupted by a sound. Looking around with a face full of suspicion, it wasn't until she really stared into the darkness up ahead that she was able to distinguish another of her kind. Yet, Braite hesisted in making any other moves for the time being. She just couldn't stomach another battle of wills...

(This post was last modified: Sep 16, 2013, 07:52 PM by Braite.)

So they dug your graveAnd the masquerade

Aeolus Argyris

Will come calling outAt the mess you've made

Aeolus had been oblivious almost to his surroundings, his orange eyes glancing around the dark, almost pitch black forest. It seemed like everything that lived there was born and raised in darkness. What lived there would die in darkness, and wolves could get lost in the darkness that followed him around seemingly everywhere. His peppered and brownish coat was darkened by the lighting, his muzzle was lowered towards the ground as he sulked along. What was he to do? Then he caught the scent of a female. Was she.... behind him? She had to be, after all he could smell her. He turned to see her, even though it was dark, he could see that she had a champagne colored coat and a bittersweet eye color.

"Hello there ma'am, I'm Aeolus Argyris, pleasure to meet you." He said with a smile. He was, in no way, going to be mean to someone at first site, unless they surprised him... then there was going to be a bad start to things. He shook those thoughts from his mind and held a friendly face. She appeared cautious, as he would be as well when meeting a random stranger. He hid his true emotions... and feelings very well. It often led to him appearing to be soft and kind, but that was rarely ever the case. He often had ideas stirring in the back of his mind.... how he could use the situation to his advantage, and how he could use the situations in front of him to make himself better.